Lilah fiddled with her broken umbrella for a moment, before giving up on it, clutching it open above her head as she ran to the verandah. She dropped it down on the wooden bench to the left of her. She bent a little further from there to brush the little droplets of water off that had settled on her black stockings. As she did so a clumsy lock of chocolate brown hair fell in her face and she tucked it behind her ear with pale, delicate fingers. Slowly, she stood up straight, rubbing her hands up over her knee-length black skirt as she did, feeling the texture of the small embroidered flowers. Her small bag fell down from her shoulder, her hand catching the edge of the long strap, her keys threatening to fall out onto the concrete. The black beads were missing in some places and the red and purple embroidered flowers matching the ones on her skirt had dulled a little over time. She picked the bag up again and took out her keys, carefully shaking out her umbrella, before stepping inside from the cold, wind and rain.